Black and grey botanical flower and fine script tattoo on the side ribs of a person lying on white bedding, wearing a white Calvin Klein top and grey waistband leggings.

Black floral tattoo and script on side ribs

Botanical · Ribs · Black and grey · Photo

A person lies on their side on white bedding, with the head cropped out of frame. A black ink flower with leaves sits on the side of the ribs, above several lines of small script that are only partly legible. The image is in black and grey, and the composition centres on the torso and the grey leggings with clear Calvin Klein waistband branding.

Botanical Lettering Ribs Flower Leaves Script Text

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Put the kettle on, duck, and mind the step, because this is a story that wants a proper fire. Up the back row of Ashfield, where the tips smoked all year, there was a yard wall nobody bothered to whitewash. Something grew out of a crack in it every spring: a flower as dark as the coal around it, with leaves cut like a miner's fingers, and the lads swore it drank the dust rather than being ruined by it.

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Dinah Pryce kept the lamp room at the colliery and wrote letters for men who could not. In the evenings she sat with a sprig of that wall flower in a jam jar on her sill and copied out what the men dictated, line by line, small enough to fit the back of a tally card. One night a lad named Owen Hughes came to her with words he could not say to his wife. Dinah wrote them in the neat hand she used for the wages. 'Tell her the lamp is lit. Tell her the right people are coming home.' She folded it twice and gave it to the morning cage man.

Owen did not come up that Thursday. The cage stopped at the third level, and the gas that followed took eleven men and left the wall untouched. When Dinah walked the back row in spring, the flower had pushed through the cracks again, black and bright as if someone had inked it with the same soot. She took a pencil from her apron, copied one of its leaves onto a fresh card, and pinned it inside the jar, so that whatever the pit took, the words kept growing.